Tom. Thou hast given me a bottle here;
But thou shalt drink first of it, be it ale or beer.
[Ralph Roister beateth him with his staff, and Tom Tosspot with his bottle.
Ralph. Take this of me, before I go hence.
Tom. Take that of me in part of recompense.
New. Now am I driven to play the master of fence.
Come no near[358] me, you knaves, for your life,
[They have him down, and beat him, and he crieth for help.
Lest I stick you both with this woodknife.